The spring breeze blows slowly,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
The stream is microwaved and crystal clear,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
The dim moonlight shone through the tree cracks,
Music water dance in the fountain,
A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,
Pieces of green in different shades,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
Naughty blowing little bubble
There are wisps of fragrance flowing,
A slight cool breeze moves slowly,
It seems like a slim lady' s skirt is swaying,
zigzag lotus pond,
looming, smoky,
Beneath the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,
t wind,
With a touch of sadness, neither charming nor glamorous,
It is imagined as a woman who came out of an ancient ink painting,
Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
The mountains are rolling up and down,
full of connected dense green leaves,
at a glance,
like a paradise on earth,
Showing a winding mountain scene,
The leaves are close to each other side by side,
like a mirage,
You can also clearly distinguish the toothed tree shadows and the abrupt rocks...
The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,
But it is ice muscle and jade bone, fresh and dusty,
The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,